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THE PHILISTINES BE UPON THEE.
While bound by Pleasure's flowery chains,
Our souls in guilty dalliance lie,
Listing the enervating strains
On wanton winds that wander by;
Weakened by dull, luxurious ease,
Temptation finds us easy prey,
And, some Delilah sin to please,
We drive our better selves away
'T is then that Conscience in our need,
Cries out, in accents loud and clear,
The foe is on thee — arm with speed! —
And well if we its warning hear.
The dormant soul shakes off its chains,
And, once more disenthralled and free,
Over luxurious Sin obtains,
By Virtue's might, the mastery.
Our souls in guilty dalliance lie,
Listing the enervating strains
On wanton winds that wander by;
Weakened by dull, luxurious ease,
Temptation finds us easy prey,
And, some Delilah sin to please,
We drive our better selves away
'T is then that Conscience in our need,
Cries out, in accents loud and clear,
The foe is on thee — arm with speed! —
And well if we its warning hear.
The dormant soul shakes off its chains,
And, once more disenthralled and free,
Over luxurious Sin obtains,
By Virtue's might, the mastery.
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